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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty Nine
Preface: Like most of our stories, this one too, most likely will have a happy ending to it, but one never knows (me so bad). Kevin perhaps is living a dream of sorts. Maybe all those years of hiding his homosexuality and having to live in a world of slavery has weighed heavy on his mind. Perhaps Kevin really does enjoy what his experiences have been thus far and wants to dive deeper into that particular world which he only saw from one perspective while growing up and jerking off to those thoughts that most males seem to divert to during the one handed sessions. How can anyone fault our Kevin for seeking a sort of personal fulfillment? I'd like to say that most males have no real clue as to what a modern day slave boi goes through on a day to day basis. I for one, have many, many, answers to some of those questions but I'm forbidden to speak of them. Perhaps, just sorta kinda maybe, some of what I write about is but a glimpse into my own world; but you'll just have to ponder that on your own. Okie, Doekie... on with the story....
I could hear Jordan setting the table down next to Luke. I could also hear other voices coming from behind. The two voices were laughing and they seemingly were in good spirits. It took only a moment to recognize the two voices as those belonging to Randy and Willard.
"I knew that you needed this Master Kevin", said Luke in a soft voice directly into my ear. "You had plenty of time to ask Zeb to take your collar and steel cuffs off of you, but you didn't. I guess you must either be needing the control that they give or else you simply are stating your desire to live the life of a slave for awhile longer."
"Looks like we're just in time for something good. What the heck is this all about?" asked Randy.
Luke spent little time in explaining the situation and it seemed okay the way he said it and even more important ... what he said. I didn't make me out to be some kind of sicko pervert or anything like it. That was really nice of him.
My face was pushed away from his crotch and I gazed up into his steel blue eyes. They could melt an iceberg.
"Will, Zeb wants all of Master Kevin's days and situation taped so he and Master Kevin can review them for future investments. So why don't you, for now, be the one running the video camera; I'm sure that Master Kevin doesn't mind", Luke said in his standard seniority voice.
I could instantly tell that Willard had taken the camera from the table. As soon as he was all sent to begin filming, Luke also began his work.
"Randy let's go ahead and get Master Kevin into his paw coverings. It will help him to understand that the coverings are for his protection", Luke said with what I took to be a bit of smirky attitude.
Randy stood behind me and lifted first my right foot and then my left. The coverings felt much different than the ones I'd had on my hands before.
"They look mighty nice Luke, even if I say so myself", Randy said with a comical giggle added at the end of his sentence. "You want the knee pads next?"
"No, we'll wait until Master Kevin is lying down and then we can just slide them up his legs for him. They'll help keep his knees from getting all skinned up", came Luke's reply.
I saw Luke reach over to the table and pick up something that I'd never seen
before. "I want you to see this and everything Master Kevin. This thing will be going into your mouth. And, when it's in, I'm going to inflate it so that you can't spit it out nor will you be afraid of swallowing it. I'm going to be hooking your piss tube to this and that you you'll never be thirsty. We can even feed you through this thing if what we give you to eat is soft... something along the lines of watered down canned dog food would fit through the opening if someone was to take the time to fix it for you. But before we get that far I need to get you better prepared".
I began to feel much better now that Luke was explaining everything to me in such a way as I could understand the whole process. I knew he or none of the others would have taken the time to explain each step if I were nothing more than a new slave. I was, and still am Master Kevin to everyone here.
"Okay guys, let's get Master Kevin down on all fours for this next part. Boi, take that pan and put it under Master Kevin's asshole after he's down on all fours", Luke commanded.
I felt a tug on my collar, apparently by someone inserting a finger in one of the many rings that were welded on it. I moved back, and was turned sideways to Luke.
Jordan placed a red plastic pan between my legs and moved away. Luke slid off of his chair and came down to my level; where he showed me something that looked a lot like an elongated capsule.
"This, Master Kevin is a little jewel we used up north. You'll see how effective it is when it comes to cleaning out a slaves ass when you're in a hurry. I'm going to shove it up your butt hole and in a few minutes your insides will start to spasm violently. Then you're going to shit your guts out for a few minutes until nothing but ass slime drips out. Your brother thought you just might enjoy the feeling of getting a dose of good old fashion slave handling. Zeb always did have a flair towards the dramatic side to his job."
Before I could even object, Randy and Willard had their hands on my back and shoulders as Luke maneuvered himself behind me.
"Damn, Master Kevin, looks like your ass has seen a bit of action recently. You sure must have been ridden a lot in the last day or two", Luke said as he pushed the capsule into my ass followed by one hell of a big finger.
"There now, we'll just wait for a few minutes and watch as you get cleaned out", Luke commented.
Randy chimed in his two cents worth saying "Not to worry Master Kevin, we' ve done this a thousand times at least. No need to feel embarrassed about it. We've all seen naked boys and for sure we've all seen and smelled our fair share of slave shit."
"Jordan, you'll need to get some water and a warm cloth to clean your Master 's asshole when he's done shitting", Willard said rather quickly. Jordan answered without hesitation was scampered off into the house.
"You gonna train this one all by yourself Luke?" Randy questioned.
"Well yes and no. Zeb will be doing a bunch of his own training in the evenings or when he gets the time. He has a few things he needs to teach Master Kevin about slave handling and overseer duties."
As if Luke had said something funny, Randy and Willard began to laugh. " Hell, we've all seen how Zeb trains slave boys. I'd hate to ever find myself on the receiving end of anything he dishes out" Willard said matter of factly.
I couldn't help but feel just a little bit overpowered. My mouth was completely sealed with something that left me feeling as if I had a hard rubber tennis ball stuck in mouth, behind my teeth, and my feet were now encased in something other than just normal footwear.
As I awaited the effects from the capsule up my ass to take effect, Randy came and began placing a new, different set of leather mitts onto my hands. " Now Master Kevin looks better. At least he has four matching paws instead of the two", Randy said in a sincere tone of voice.
More leather came off the table, as Willard (Will) laid the thick, wide straps on my back. As if he'd practiced this for days, Will began to run the straps over and under various parts of my torso. I could smell the leather, and for some reason it started to excite me. I'd have to remember these feelings and thoughts if our `experiment' were to be a success. The buckles were cold against my bare flesh, but the sensation of being dressed up in all of this leather continued to excite me beyond words.
As my gut began to react to the pill, the men continued talking about the ` good old days up north'. I'm happy to know, that I was never, no will never, be one of their charges. The slaves where the men used to work, must have had a terrible time adjusting to their new lives. I'd known, by now, that not all indentured slaves were gay; so those who fell into the awful category of heterosexuality really have it tough when it came to man-to-man contact.
Out of the corner of my eye, Jordan remained silent and properly positioned on his knees with his hands behind his head. He was close enough to me that he could have responded immediately to any and all of my demands. I wonder if he or John Henry had ever experienced so much in such a short period of time.
A sudden stabbing, hot bolt of pain coursed through my intestines. I tried to scream but couldn't. I jerked my head up and in circles trying to gain Luke' s attention. If he'd seen my distress, he sure as heck did not seem to care one way or the other.
The pain came faster and with more fury as I was nearly ready to explode. I re-positioned myself so that my ass was directly over the pan and in the first seconds in this position; my guts uncontrollably evacuated. The stench was unbearable as wave after wave of excrement seemed to escape my bowels. When it seemed as if there was nothing left in me to be purged; my intestines began to calm down almost as fast as they'd reacted in the beginning.
Swiftly, Jordan removed the pan and cleaned up my mess; but dutifully he put the pan back into place just in case there was a further need.
My concentration went to Luke, as he crept down to my face; and all I could see where his beautiful eyes, the white parts seemed to sparkle like a diamond. My heart seemed to skip a few beats while my mind played tricks on what I was thinking about versus what I should have been thinking about.
"We'll have Jordan clean you out a bit more, later on; but for now I think you get the meaning of a clean ass", he said into my ear. "Nobody likes a slave with slave shit inside. It makes for a better time later on, if you know what I'm saying".
"I hate to leave the party", Will said. "But we've got two barns full of dumb ass slaves to check on and then we gotten take one last look in on the slaves in the processing center."
"Hey Luke, you don't think anybody would mind if we used the electric cart do ya?" inquired Randy.
"No... go ahead and use the cart. With a pony boy, if we need to get around anymore today, we'll just send for him", Luke replied, half laughing and half being serious.
Randy and Will took their leave, as Luke resumed his talking. "Now we'll just have to get you finished up here so that Master Zeb will be able to teach you a few things before you guys get to sleeping."
I had honestly forgotten about Zeb momentarily while I was being fitted with leather and getting cleaned out. Now, I was beginning to wonder what he and John Henry were doing. It almost seemed like hours since Zeb had made an appearance.
It all went rather quickly from there. Luke fitted a weird looking, but comfortable, leather harness thing over my head. The scent of new leather wafted into my nose like a tidal wave. Two rather large, well padded coverings were placed over my knees and held fast with some sort of Velcro.
"Your new harness is to keep you safe", Luke said as his mouth opened and closed right in front of me, allowing me to get a good sniff of his breath. " Any time we need to attach one part of you to another part of you; all this leather will make it so much easier and a hell of a lot more comfortable for you. We can even snap eye coverings on it and the same goes for your ears... after we put in the plugs."
I was starting to feel the beginning tingling of fear, as Luke kept on talking while his hands were now unplugging my catheter and connecting a short tube from my mouth to the end of the catheter.
"There will be times, when you are in a certain position that Master Kevin' s piss will flow from his cock into his mouth and you will have no choice but to swallow it. It won't take you long to figure out which positions will cause such to happen. We just want you to get the bigger picture of what it is REALLY like when you have absolutely no control over your own body, mind and soul. Master Zeb will supervise every minute of your training and you can rest easy just knowing that Master Zeb would never, ever, go beyond that which he feels you are most capable of", Luke said in a more brotherly fashion that I' d expected.
The next thing I experienced was the insertion of the all to familiar butt plug and tail. At least Luke used some form of lubricant, which made the insertion a tad bit more bearable.
A quick snap of the clip and I had my own leash fastened to my collar. " Master Kevin looks so pretty all decorated and leathered out. I think your steel collar and cuffs give you a certain `royal' definition", Luke said soberly.
Before I knew it, Jordan was handed my leash and began to lead me towards the house; with Luke way ahead of the two of us.
In somewhat of a whisper, Jordan said; "Master Kevin really does look nice. I think Master Kevin will learn to enjoy His new surroundings".
What the fuck did Jordan mean by `new surroundings'? It was all beginning to get more unclear as to what Zeb had intended for me. Had I made a mistake or had I placed to much trust in Zeb? Is Zeb acting on orders from mom and dad, or has he decided to just get his revenge for all of the things which transpired while the two of us were growing up?
By the time we entered the kitchen, Luke was nowhere to be seen. Franklin was standing alongside the doorway, his mouth wide open, with a huge smile beaming from ear to ear. "Master Kevin looks most beautiful. One could only hope to be able to serve Master Kevin in any way in which is pleasing to Him", Franklin said with a certain glee in his voice.
Going down the stairs on hands and knees was no easy task, but thankfully Jordan allowed me ample time to descend each of the steps one by one.
Jordan led me into the `training' room and my eyes immediately saw the transformation from its early days. Nothing, absolutely nothing, remained as I'd remembered it. No bed with the luxurious canopy, no chairs, no nothing. It was as if I was in a room that had been conjured up from some diabolical Roman Era.
Chains dangled from countless areas. The huge, thick, wooden X frame was set so that the lights from the ceiling were shining down upon it. There was now a rather weird looking wooden `table' of sorts on the opposing side of the room, with even more chains and leather straps hanging down from the exposed ceiling beams.
The cabinets were gone and the items that had previously been in the cabinets were now prominently displayed on just about every square inch of wall space. There were at least a half dozen whips of assorted sizes and lengths along with, what looked like, over a dozen different paddles.
Upon a number of shelves were items that I had not ever seen before or had even heard of. Several of them appeared to be of the electrical type; just because my eyes could see the black cords that had been neatly wrapped around each of them.
John Henry was standing straight, against one wall; with his hands prominently displayed behind his neck and his eyes cast downward. There was a single, simple, moment that I had believed my brain was playing tricks on me; but after focusing of John Henry more, it was plain to see that someone had changed his decorative rings back to the larger size. I suppose that he, somehow, must have lost his status' as being the house slave'. One way or the other, John Henry still looked like a cherub and my thought process could still conjure up the vision of the two of us entwined in some form of sexual frenzy. Thinking like that wasn't beneficial, but at least for the moment it took my mind off of everything else in the room.
Zeb was just coming out of the slave's toilet area; and he immediately walked over to me with his face just beaming with some unknown sense of pride and justification.
"Damn bro, you sure look all pretty now", Zeb said in nothing less than a condescending tone of voice. "The boys and Luke got you a nice and leathered up just like I asked them to. I bet you're thinking that this is all going to be just one big `fun filled' experience, don't you?"
With my mouth plugged just like my ass (sorta, kinda), there was nothing I could say to his remarks... but even if I could; I wouldn't know exactly what I' d have said. I just knew, for some strange reason, that I was now beginning to settle down again and that with our two slaves present, along with Luke... things would be alright.
Zeb smelled all nice and clean; sorta like he'd recently showered. Between his scent and that of Luke, my senses were beginning to go into `overload'; which was okay with me.
Getting down so he was actually sitting on the floor in front of me, Zeb began once more to fill my head with his knowledge, desires and needs. It all sounded extremely logical, even if I didn't whole heartedly agree with the words.
"Mom and dad are going to be so very proud of you, of us; for everything that we are going to be doing together as two healthy, virile, males. Since we are keeping a video diary of everything they'll be amazed at how much we brothers can accomplish over time. You just wait and see what they say when they both are here next time."
I could feel Zeb's own believability in every word, every sentence. It made me feel good, useful and important to our family; for the personal sacrifices that I'd already made and for the ones which I will be making in the future.
"Just look at you all so pretty and ready for some rough riding by a real man. I'm thinking you can't wait to get a hard, juicy cock up your pretty boy ass. We didn't get many faggot boys like you up in the state penitentiary; but when we did get them, we sure as fuck made them happy about eighteen hours a day with all the cock, piss and shit that they could handle."
Damn, Zeb sure doesn't give a rat's ass who he tells about his escapades, now does he. I'm guessing that, now, he's just saying what he's saying to sorta impress our two slaves. I'm thinking that Jordan and John Henry must have already formed some sort of opinion of Zeb; but, of course, they are forbidden to speak of it.
Zeb's hands were all over my shoulders and arms. It almost felt like I was a slab of slave meat being inspected just prior to a slave auction. His fingers gingerly played beneath the many leather straps which now adorned my head and face.
"These rings and all of this leather has a purpose, you know Kevin. I'll just have to show you what some of the things are that we use them all for. Some of them are done purely out of wanting to humiliate a new slave, and at other times we use the rings and leather to place a ... less than cooperative slave ... into the position we need it to be in just prior to training", Zeb commented, as his hands fell from my face.
I almost felt like crying the minute Zeb and Luke began talking about me and other things which seemed paramount to the two of them. I lowered my head and without even thinking about what I was doing, my own piss began to flow into my mouth. I had nearly forgotten that Luke had my plumbing in place, to do just that. Luke commented about it to Zeb and they both seemed to have a laugh, of sorts, about me swallowing piss. It seemed like decades ago, that Zeb had the tip of his own cock in my mouth, draining himself, just like so many others had done. It didn't take them long before they had me moving out of the room and down the short corridor to the `examination' room. I was helped onto the table and once again, just like with my mom, I was fastened down and made helpless.
Making a comment about my plugged ass and long tail, Zeb started off by ` manhandling' my cock and bound nuts. The sudden release of my balls from their prior captive state, made me feel a little less intimidated; but those feelings didn't last long at all.
"I suppose with your ass all exposed like this.. it would be a great time to fuck the shit out of you", Zeb said rather callously. "I knew for years that you had been eyeing me when I was in the shower, and I also knew that one day I'd be ready and able to fuck you just like I fuck my women whores.
There was somewhat of a light chuckle from Zeb and Luke after those words. I suppose Zeb was just saying it to sorta impress his buddy, Luke. Both of them began to explore my exposed flesh and I caught most of the words which they exchanged between themselves.
All I could think about was my original promise to dad, to do whatever it took to make myself a better person, an even better employee, and most importantly the best master of slaves that I could be. I would accept, probably with no regrets, everything that was ahead for me. I also wanted to show Zeb that I wasn't his "little brother" any longer. I was an adult with a free mind and free will, just like him.
Zeb probably has no idea what it is like to have the sexual needs that I have. He was screwing long before I sucked my first dick way back in eighth grade. I felt as if I had the upper hand, in some ways.
Down here, with nothing but males around; Zeb was going to have a tough time convincing his girlfriend to come here for just a fuck. I've never known Zeb to have any girlfriends who were `pro' slavery; and if it was still the same... none of them would ever step foot on our estate. Zeb would have to settle for man cunt, if he needed a release; unless, of course, he opted for jerking off all by himself.
To Be Continued...
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